#handspoken.

        you remember it as vividly as you ever will.    /    the wind in your hair    /    that sense of   freedom    /    that sense of   control    /    even if it was only for a   short while.    /    you thought that,   at that moment,    /    wings would burst from your back, and    /    you would fly.    /    how some times,    /    you wish you had hit the ground    /    a little harder,   because    /    you still have dreams of flying.    /    you still admire the sun.

                *it’s not so bad.                  *dying.                  *the   thoughts   of dying,   however.                  *that’s the   scariest   part. 

        in a world of monsters and men   /   what say you,   purifier ?   /   is your skin pallid   /   smooth   /   warm to the touch ?   /   or,   is it scaly   /   slithering,   as   /   coarse as a crocodile’s ?   /   are your teeth straight   /   ivory,   and   /   not suited to kill ?   /   or,   are they crook’d   /   sharp,   and   /   deep in sacred flesh ?   /   do your eyes come in two and   /   a natural pigment ?   /   or,   are they many o’ clustered and   /   unnaturally discoloured ?   /   what say you,   purifier ?